Moving Up, Moving Out!

So, I've had this blog for awhile... and exhausted my efforts on the catchy title (which, for the record, I'm no longer lovin').

POINT: We're moving... and what's more amusing than my misery, right? WRITE.

Home. Sweet. Home.

Moving: It's not so bad. Moving with kids: Wow, I just discovered my own personal hell. Bamboo shoots under finger nails has NOTHING on moving with kids. Thanks for the reality check, jerks.

Mind you, I scored some kid-free time this lervly afternoon, so what better than to do but push a beastly steam vac around an A/C-free sunroom for an hour and a half? That's what I'm sayin'! For the record, convinced I might be making a difference I did 3 round trips of the sunroom despite being pretty certain that it's not working properly. That sweaty glaze? I work hard and purposelessly for it.

The cherry on my lactose-intolerant ice cream day? Discovering my EI benefits are up. I was quite enjoying basking in the ignorant glow. Sigh. All things must come to an end... including this fastastic entry.

QOTD:

"Gah. I'm not discriminating against a race, I'm discriminating against stupidity!"